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August Walker x little!reader

Just a lil drabble I wrote in one go hehe

Warnings: Dark. Dark. Dark lol. But also cute imo.

The world spins fast around you as you're flung to the ground by a man you've never spoken to. It didn't have to be this way, but you'd screamed. You'd seen too much. More than was acceptable. His mission was to take you out, to stop you from squealing to the wrong people.

You remember it so vividly, the blood. The sound of bone being splintered by metal. The light leaving the man's eyes as the other man smashed his face repeatedly with a pipe. And you remember him. You would never forget his face, if not his beautifully chiselled bone structure you'd certainly remember the malicious sneer he'd given you moments before dropping the pipe and storming towards you.

He doesn't give you much chance to scream or plead as he pins you to the ground, a look of unadulterated dedication on his menacing face. He didn't need a gun or the disregarded pipe for you, you were tiny compared to him. There was no way he could fuck up.

Your legs shook and kicked beneath him as his huge hands clasped around your throat. "This won't take long" he'd said, as if it were supposed to make you feel better.

"Daddy, no!" You yelped. You had no idea where it had come from. Never in your life had you called anybody that, not out loud at least. Walker was taken by surprise and his hands loosened slightly, allowing you to breathe a little more. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to see....please, don't, daddy. I won't do it again-" you broke out into breathless sobs, your hands clawing at his big paws as they continued to loosen around your neck.

"Oh, little baby. I am sorry..." The man suddenly found himself cooing. He hated how subconsciously he'd reacted to your words. How easily the daddy in him had switched on and reacted. Complete the mission, he told himself.

He couldn't.

You gently sobbed under his large body and he finally released your neck, caressing the right side of your face so gently. "Shhhh, now. It's okay, little one. Daddy's here." As your crying began to quieten the man finally smiled a natural and inviting smile.

You suddenly felt like you could trust him. As he presses his lips to your temple in a sweet and chaste kiss, you don't notice the syringe pushing into your neck until it's too late. Your eyes grow heavy as you look up confused and feeling betrayed.

"Daddy?" You whisper.

"Go to sleep, little one. Daddy's gonna take you home. That's my good girl."

If only you'd realised 'home' wasn't your home. And whilst calling this stranger by that name had saved your life, it had also damned it for good. There was no way this man was ever going to let you go now.

You were all his and entirely at his mercy.

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augustsprincess · 16 hours

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The Lost Princess

CHAPTER 4

pairing Knight!Henry Cavill x maid!Reader

summary Sometimes the life as a simple maid isnt so simple. Duty, love and treachery demand everything from her and Sir Henry Cavill.

words 1.9k

warnings angst, stabbing, blood

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SERIES MASTERLIST MASTERLIST

The door swung open, and they were greeted by a short man that was round on the middle. His puffy face was haloed by the small light of a crackling fire at the other side of the room. He leaned on the door frame, scouting the area for any bystanders “Come in. Quick.” he commanded, his tone higher than his figure would assume.

Henry’s and YN’s cloaks left a heavy print of rainwater on the floor as they crossed the room. “Take off your coats, hang them by the fire. Follow me.” Mr. Goban pressed and led them into room that was a mixture of kitchen and bedroom “Sit.” he invited. They took the chairs by the glooming stove and warmed their limbs.

"Good man, Carnell. His dove reached me just before the storm began. Always looking out for those in need. "

“Indeed. We appreciate any assistance you can offer us in this... delicate matter."

The round man nodded "Of course, of course. But tell me, what brings you here? What trouble are you fleeing from?"

Henry answered carefully "There are certain... complications within the castle. We find ourselves in need of a safe haven until matters can be resolved."

Mr. Goban was torn between scrutinizing and pressing for answers "Complications, you say? Intriguing. Well, you're safe here, I assure you. My home may not be grand, but it's secure."

Henry nodded and laid a soft tone over his gruff voice "We are grateful for your hospitality, Mr. Goban. We won't overstay our welcome, I promise."

Mr. Goban’s cheeks seemed to glow brighter than the fiery stove, a chuckle dancing on his lips "Nonsense, nonsense. You're welcome here as long as you need. Now, drink up. Tea will warm you from the inside out."

They accepted the tea cautiously and YN spoke in a small voice "Thank you. We appreciate your kindness."

He showed them their beds for the night, a thin ladder led up to the attic which was lined with straw. The smell instantly send her thoughts back to the stables. She let the day play out in her head again; her world got twisted upside down – surely, she needed time to adjust to what laid before her. “It’s not much.” The man said from beneath “It’s more than we could ever ask for, thank you Sir.” she answered happily and began to lay out the blankets for them.

Henry laid on his makeshift hay bed, the wooden beams of the attic creaking softly above him. Despite the comfort of the warm blankets, sleep eluded him. He sensed her restlessness nearby and turned to look at her in the cold dim light filtering through the small window. She turned incessantly from one side to the other, not finding a fitting position.

"Can't sleep, my lady?" he asked softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain tapping against the roof.

She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes fixed on the ceiling and the grip around the key tightened and loosened "It's just... I'm not used to this. The storm feels so close, and the walls are so thin here."

Henry nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on her worried expression "I know it's different from the castle, but we're safe here. Mr. Goban assured us that his home is secure."

She sighed, her fingers nervously twirling a strand of hair "I know, it's just... everything happened so quickly. When I woke up this morning, everything seemed normal…and now-" she pressed the key, not noticing that her knuckles turned white from the force.

Henry reached out a hand to gently grasp hers "We'll get through this. Everything is going to be alright."

A small smile tugged at her lips she was grateful for his comforting presence "Thank you, Henry. I don't know what I would do without you." She shifted closer to him and she finally found a good position, feasting on the warmth that radiated from his body.

As they laid quietly next to each other in the attic, the storm outside gradually began to fade into the background. Henry's soothing words and her growing sense of security eased their worries, and before long, exhaustion claimed them both and they drifted off to sleep.

As the days passed in the safety of the forge, YN found herself assisting Mr. Goban with various tasks around the workshop. While Henry worked alongside the blacksmith, refining his skills in metalwork, she took on responsibilities such as organizing tools, cleaning the workspace, and tending to the small, secluded garden behind the cottage.

One afternoon, as Henry hammered away at a piece of metal, she joined him in the forge, her hands still tingling from the cold "How's it going?" she asked, wiping a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

Henry paused, a sheen of sweat glistening on his brow "It's coming along," he replied, his voice tight with concentration "Just trying to get this curve right."

Mr. Goban, who had been overseeing their work, nodded approvingly. "You're getting better every day, lad," he remarked, adjusting the fire beneath “beautiful work, excellent sword!” he remarked.

“Not only a sword. The handle is the best part. If you pull on the last bit of the hilt enough, you pull out a small rapier. I thought it would come in handy if someone holds your own sword against you.”

He earned “Marvelous!” from Goban as YN smiled with pride in her chest “You're doing great, Henry," she said, offering him an encouraging smile.

As they continued their work, the atmosphere in the forge remained comfortable, the rhythmic clang of metal on metal filled the air. However, their peace was soon shattered when Mr. Goban returned from the market, his expression grave.

Setting down his tools, Henry turned to face their host "What's wrong?" he asked, seeing the tension building in Mr. Goban's posture. The blacksmith hesitated for a moment before holding up a piece of parchment "This," he said, his voice heavy with concern "It's a wanted poster."

Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of their faces plastered on the parchment "What's this about?" she demanded, her voice trembling.

Mr. Goban sighed, his gaze flickering between the two fugitives "There's been a hearing," he explained, his tone grim "The queen has accused you of poisoning the king." His eyes now fixated on her.

Shock rippled through her as she processed the accusation "But that's absurd!" she exclaimed, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "I would never—"

Henry stepped forward, a protective instinct rising within him "She's right," he interjected, his voice firm "Lady YN would never do something like that."

Mr. Goban nodded in agreement. "I believe you, lad," he said, placing a reassuring hand on Henry's shoulder "But the queen's word carries weight. She let announce that you poisoned the king during your private reading sessions. YN is said to have Sir Cavill proselyte for her use and he’s a co-conspirator. You were said to have stabbed a servant in the middle of your chamber who confronted you about poisoning the king and presumably her." His brows were drawn together.

“That’s ridiculous!” Henrys rage boomed through the thick air.

Fear gnawed at her insides as she considered the implications of the queen's accusations. "What are we going to do?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Henry met her gaze "We stay underground, and we stick together," he replied "And we find a way to clear your name."

The following days she hesitated to go out in the garden nor come close to the door. She made use of her inside and stayed away from the windows, fearing that anyone could recognize her.

One evening Goban was sitting in a rocking chair in his garden, smoking a pipe when a bird crossed the air above him and small parchment roll landed on his lap. He almost fell over when he read the message and stormed back in to meet his guests at the kitchen “They’re coming! They are raiding the houses!”

“What?” her expression wore shock.

“Carnell send me a dove.” He handed over the paper. She grabbed in in disbelief and read out loud “Raiding every house. Interrogated me. Didn’t tell anything. Stay save.”

“Dammit!” Henry’s fist collided with the table. She got quiet and held back tears “Have you heard about former interrogations? The queen has merciless servants who carry those out. They torture the victims for days until they speak, even if they’re not guilty.” Her voice broke at the last words.

Henrys stoic expression was replaced with a soft furrow as he sat beside her and took her in his arms “They’re going to kill him.” She whined.

“We don’t know that. Carnell is a good man. He’s reasonable, he’ll pull through it.”

They heard yells and cries, accompanied by the scattering of stoneware and approaching hooves. They stopped in their tracks like a frightened rabbit, not daring to take a further breath.

“They’re here!” Goban whispered, and he ripped YN up and out of her thoughts “Get your belongings, cross the garden and climb over the wall. Get out of here, they must be here any minute.” He urged.

“Here take this,” Goban handed Henry the sword he forged “it shall serve you well.”

“I’ll never forget what you did for us.” YN thanked him and they did as he said. As they landed on the other side of the garden’s wall, they made out the faint noise of Goban’s front door and his unfamiliar deep rumble and hissing.

“Come on, this way!” Henry took her hand and pulled her along.

“Where are we going?” she asked in a small cry, but she was pushed at the wall by him, his hand over her mouth. His stare told her not to make a sound before he scanned the surroundings for any sign of an intruder. The gears turned in his head as he made out a plan in the mean of seconds “There is a hut, deep in the woods, we’ll-“

Suddenly, a figure lunged out from the corner, his blade glinting wickedly above his head, threatening to put them both out in one strike. Henry's instincts kicked in, and he met the attacker head-on, their swords clashing with a resounding clang.

The man fought with ferocity, his blows coming fast and furious as he pressed his advantage. Henry parried each strike with skill and precision, his muscles straining with the effort of holding his ground.

YN watched in horror as the battle raged on, her heart pounding in her chest as she searched for an opening to help. But before she could intervene, the attacker landed a brutal blow, his sword slicing through Henry's defenses and drawing blood; he stumbled backwards as the fresh wound blossomed at his side.

Henry gritted his teeth against the pain, his grip on his sword faltering for a moment. Sensing an opportunity, the attacker pressed his advantage, his blade descending in a deadly arc toward Henry's throat. A loud clank sliced the air as Henry used his remaining power to fence himself, their blades entangled against each other. The man pressed the weapons in the direction of Henry’s neck "YN, the hilt!" he shouted, his voice strained with effort.

She lunged forward, fueled by the spell that his voice had laid on her, grasping the end of Henry’s blade, releasing the hidden rapier, and wrenching it free. With a swift motion, she plunged the dagger into the man's back, his grip on Henry loosened as he fell to the ground with a thud.

Henry’s knees gave in as his body was released from the tension. She turned to him, her eyes wide with fear and adrenaline as she helped him to his feet “Henry, come on! We have to get out of here!”

<<< CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FIVE >>>

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